Page 21 of Unrelenting
Before I can answer, he sinks his teeth into my breast, hard enough to leave a mark. I shriek, more in surprise than pain.
“Fuck, Lorenzo!” I smack his shoulder.
He looks up at me, a dark gleam in his eye.
“Did you just hit me,gattina?”
“No,” I deny.
It’s not as if I slapped his face, after all. It was merely a pat on the shoulder to warn him he was hurting me. Lorenzo, unsurprisingly, doesn’t seem to see it that way. For him, it’s an opportunity for him to remind me who’s boss in whatever this thing between us is.
“First you hit me and then you lie about it.” A wicked grin spreads across his sinfully gorgeous lips. “Oh, Lucia, you are going to pay for that.”
Pulling me down from the countertop, he spins me around and bends me over the stool I was sitting on just a minute ago.
He spanks my ass three times, serving up a hint of pain that mellows into a delicious warmth. He nudges my ankles apart with his foot, and I don’t have the chance to process what’s happening before he’s back inside me.
“I would have been gentle with you,” he tells me, “but you just had to be a bad girl, didn’t you?”
“I wasn’t.” It’s not as if I committed some major infraction. I grab the leg of the stool to anchor myself as Lorenzo fucks me with savage thrusts that I’m sure I’ll feel for days to come.
“Oh, you were, and you want to know why?” He doesn’t wait for a response, just continues to ruthlessly drive his hips forward. “It’s because you like me ravaging your sweet little pussy. You want me to own you.”
There’s no point in denying it when my moans and whimpers reveal the truth. I do like the way Lorenzo punishes me with his cock. I love it when he’s rough with me.
He tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls until my head is wrenched backward and I cry out.
“You’re mine, aren’t you, Lucia? Mine to use however I want.”
When I don’t reply, he smacks me again. Pain blossoms into something distinctly erotic, and I shove my hips back, seeking the delicious agony only Lorenzo can inflict.
“I’m yours,” I confirm because no-one else could ever fit so perfectly inside of me.
“Good girl.”
Lorenzo rewards me by sliding his hand down to find my clit. He doesn’t release his grip on my hair, but he does loosen it.
As he strokes the throbbing bud between my legs, he fucks me at a furious pace. He growls as he drives ever deeper, trying to imprint himself on my soul.
With an animalistic grunt, he comes inside me. He withdraws and pulls me upright, then spins me around and kisses me hard.
His hand skims down my front, and he parts my folds. Pressing on my swollen clit with his thumb, he pushes two fingers inside me and fucks me with them so hard it hurts.
Pain is not the only sensation that grips me. My legs shake as lust courses through my veins.
“Come on, my little slut. Give it to me.”
The growly, demanding way he speaks sets off a detonation at my core. I gasp as I’m catapulted into a state of bliss. My knees give out as tremors run through me, but Lorenzo is there to catch me. He sweeps me up into his arms and carries me through to my bedroom.
With tenderness that contradicts the way he just fucked me, he lays me on my bed and pulls the cotton sheet over me.
“Get some more sleep,gattina.” He bends to kiss my forehead. “I have to go to work.”
A twinge of loneliness assails me as he walks away, but I don’t call him back. I’m already drifting into a blissful sleep.
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Lorenzo
